They Don't Write Them Like that Any More (Betts) Chorus: And oh, how we could sing, what fun those nights would bring Singing for hours on end Once we found the key - oh what harmony Those drunken voices could blend Heart of My Heart, just for a start Walkin' My Baby Back Home When it comes to an end let's sing it again They don't write them like that any more Da's drunk again and he's brought lots of men And their wives back home from the club They've got no beer but you need have no fear Tam's gone round the back door of the pub Someone's playing a piano as if using a sledgehammer Murdering There Goes My Heart There's a knock at the door, it's Tam in once more Brought the beer, so we're ready to start Ma's in the kitchen tryin' to make up a snack From the chicken we had this afternoon Jack says, Where's the toilet, Ma says, Roon' the back By his look - not a minute too soon Then a laugh round the whole house: Jack's fell in the coalhouse Man, he's as drunk as a neut With his face covered black he's not taken aback He sings Mammy and the rest follows suit Half one in the mornin', Da's started yawnin' He's got to be workin' at six A bold audience is watchin' while Tony is botchin' (?) And missin' an easy card trick (?) It's time to go now, he's got somehow To get them all to go home When you're drunk full of beer the last thing you want to hear Is a tune on his paper and comb This is how Arthur Johnstone from Glasgow sings it on his LP 'Generations of Cha nge' (1985). The author is given as 'Betts'. I gather it was written in the Stat es. Does anyone know more about him? And can anyone help with the two expression s I'm not sure about (see question marks). - Susanne SKW apr00
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